Yesterday may have seemed tenuous. Today is impossible. This is going to be short. We spent most of my doctor’s appointment trying to figure out which meds I still need and which we can let drop completely. The result was Kat picked up an entire grocery bag full of meds from the pharmacy. Yay. Thrill. We chatted a bit, the doctor and me, and then he dropped the bomb I’ve been fearing: my next visit with him, in January, will likely be my last. Community Health Network is closing the facility where the doctor has had his office for the past several years. When they close that office, they’re not picking up his contract anywhere else. He’ll be 75 by then, so yeah, he’s had a good run, but he wanted to go out on his terms, not theirs. That means, again, I’ll have to find a new PHP. I’m getting really tired of that juggle.
The last thing before I left was round two of the pneumonia vaccine. Not a big deal, right? I’ve had one before I don’t remember having any problems with it. So, when my insurance-provided ride wasn’t outside when I left, I decided to walk home. After all, it’s only four miles if you cut across the IMS plaza to Georgetown. I grabbed a bottle of water and took off. I’d made it to Georgetown and 25th, a little short of three miles, when our next-door neighbor passed. He stopped and gave me a ride the rest of the way home. Sweet.
I don’t know if it was the shot, the heat, or the accumulative activity over the week, but shortly after I got home, I felt as though I was going to collapse. I asked G to make dinner for the night, which he happily did, and went to bed. And stayed there. I was up just long enough to eat some of what G had fixed, and was then back in bed, reminding myself that I would need to order groceries this morning. When I woke up at 6:00 AM, I was running just enough of a fever to experience chills. I quickly put in the grocery order and went back to sleep, leaving the cats to everyone else. I didn’t bother looking at the news until 8:00.
From a news perspective, ignore the biting back and forth between candidates. We’re at that stage where the candidates are constantly trying to one-up each other and the truth of anything they say needs to be questioned. The wildfires in California are a big deal and, once again, scary as hell. Reuters did an undercover investigation showing just how easy it is to get fentanyl from China using readily available online sources. If you know anyone who has any kind of addition, this should worry you. The Olympics are Olympicicking (my word) and, as always, there are allegations of someone cheating. There’s always someone who just can’t play well with others.
Groceries should be here soon and then I’m going back to bed. I’m not in a human condition this morning. I’m misunderstanding most of what Kat says. Better to leave the decision-making to others today.
Yesterday may have seemed tenuous. Today is impossible. This is going to be short. We spent most of my doctor’s appointment trying to figure out which meds I still need and which we can let drop completely. The result was Kat picked up an entire grocery bag full of meds from the pharmacy. Yay. Thrill. We chatted a bit, the doctor and me, and then he dropped the bomb I’ve been fearing: my next visit with him, in January, will likely be my last. Community Health Network is closing the facility where the doctor has had his office for the past several years. When they close that office, they’re not picking up his contract anywhere else. He’ll be 75 by then, so yeah, he’s had a good run, but he wanted to go out on his terms, not theirs. That means, again, I’ll have to find a new PHP. I’m getting really tired of that juggle.
The last thing before I left was round two of the pneumonia vaccine. Not a big deal, right? I’ve had one before I don’t remember having any problems with it. So, when my insurance-provided ride wasn’t outside when I left, I decided to walk home. After all, it’s only four miles if you cut across the IMS plaza to Georgetown. I grabbed a bottle of water and took off. I’d made it to Georgetown and 25th, a little short of three miles, when our next-door neighbor passed. He stopped and gave me a ride the rest of the way home. Sweet.
I don’t know if it was the shot, the heat, or the accumulative activity over the week, but shortly after I got home, I felt as though I was going to collapse. I asked G to make dinner for the night, which he happily did, and went to bed. And stayed there. I was up just long enough to eat some of what G had fixed, and was then back in bed, reminding myself that I would need to order groceries this morning. When I woke up at 6:00 AM, I was running just enough of a fever to experience chills. I quickly put in the grocery order and went back to sleep, leaving the cats to everyone else. I didn’t bother looking at the news until 8:00.
From a news perspective, ignore the biting back and forth between candidates. We’re at that stage where the candidates are constantly trying to one-up each other and the truth of anything they say needs to be questioned. The wildfires in California are a big deal and, once again, scary as hell. Reuters did an undercover investigation showing just how easy it is to get fentanyl from China using readily available online sources. If you know anyone who has any kind of addition, this should worry you. The Olympics are Olympicicking (my word) and, as always, there are allegations of someone cheating. There’s always someone who just can’t play well with others.
Groceries should be here soon and then I’m going back to bed. I’m not in a human condition this morning. I’m misunderstanding most of what Kat says. Better to leave the decision-making to others today.
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